"What if I can prove that Master Yu cannot break through the defense line of Nan Tianmen!" He said this so suddenly. To be honest, Shuo Yu didn't understand what he was thinking. Didn't he want to fight anymore?
"Then you, you, you, sit right here where you are standing, facing my corpse, and you shout, you shout 'Yu Xiaoqing, you big fool!' Sit down, sit down!"
Dead, dead! Looking at Yu Xiaoqing's face that looked like he was looking at an enemy, Shuo Yu felt that he must have taken too little from Master Yu's warehouse just now.
He watched their leader sit down amid Yu Xiaoqing's roar, and then the furious Yu Xiaoqing swung the whip in his hand on his head several times, making bursts of air-breaking sounds in the air. It seemed that he had used a lot of strength.
"The country is in crisis, so just sit here."
After saying that, Yu Xiaoqing jumped down from their trench and left. Perhaps he would never come back. He was completely disappointed with Long Wenjian.
After Yu Xiaoqing left, Meng Fanle's voice came back again. Fanle leaned over to look at Silasila's expression. He saw everything clearly from top to bottom.
"Our Master Yu has four chapters in his treatment of others. In the first chapter, I was extremely looking forward to it. In the second chapter, I was extremely disappointed. In the third chapter, I was extremely furious. In the fourth chapter, I completely ignored you~!"
At some point, the rain stopped above their heads, and the night became increasingly quiet. Shuo Yu looked at Fanla's expression, moved closer to Silasila, rested his head on his arm, looked at their leader's frustrated face, and asked him if he was hungry. It was time to make dinner, one meat dish and one vegetable dish.
The voice coming from his arm was tired and vague. "I'm tired. Can't you stop hurting me?"
"Captain, aren't you hungry?"
The three heads now face the dark Nantianmen on the west bank, squatting or sitting.
"The young master is certainly not one of Master Yu's elite troops. Following a man who wishes to die on the battlefield is truly a headache~!"
"That's right, I don't know how Zhang Lixian and the others can bear it, right, Captain?"
"You don't know how good it is to have someone you believe in. It makes me feel so comfortable..."
"Young Master, how could you not know? Just look at my father and I'll know." Fanla didn't care. He never felt so uncomfortable as he did now. He didn't believe anything.
"Captain, what do you believe in?" Shuo Yu was curious. He didn't believe in anything in his heart. Except for himself, it was better to believe in no one else than himself.
"As for me, I believe in myself... By the way, Banxian'er, have Fanla's parents found a place to stay tonight?" Silasila kicked Fanla next to him. He was extremely bored and just wanted to kill time.
"Ah, Milong has vacated four rooms. Three of them are for Fanla's father's books, and the remaining one is for living. But in the future, if Fanla has any salary, it must be given to Milong as rent."
"Good fellow, please thank Lord Long for me~!" Fanla sat on a big muddy bottom, glared at Banxianer, and said that the craziest thing about their trip to the West Coast was that their leader really brought all his father's books back to the East Coast from the West Coast without missing a single one. No matter what, he thanked him.
"No need to thank me, no need to thank me. If you don't even have respect for your parents, you will really become the kind of person that Yu Datiexue said." Si La Si La shamelessly accepted Fan La's thanks. He knew that Fan La was talking about Mi Long, but he laughed without hesitation.
Fanla was hit on the head because he had insulted Yu Xiaoqing and then his father. He was really not polite at all.
"You're the one who cares about me, God, I have to thank you so much~!" Fanla said thanking God, but in fact he was kneeling towards Banxianer.
Shuoyu touched his head playfully, but spoke to Si La Si La,
"Elders, you must first do what you're supposed to do before the younger generation can show respect to them. This is true for both superiors and elders. There's nothing natural in this world. Captain, the elite soldiers around Yu Xiaoqing aren't just following him because of that useless little piece of metal on his shoulder. They're just believing that by following Yu the Iron-blooded, they can achieve what they want."
"So do we."
The Manchus or Mud Eggs behind him were lying on the trenches, calling Shuoyu to get some food. This time he really had to leave, as there were a thousand mouths waiting for him to eat. When he left, he patted Si La Si La on the shoulder.
"Captain, it's time to eat."
"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be there in a moment." Silasila waved his hands. He was not in a hurry to eat now. He was not hungry yet.
"Hurry up then, I'm so annoying! Do you need me to save some food for you?"
"Young Master wants to be alone for a while today~!"
Shuoyu jumped down from the trench and hurried to get food. He had to go to the west bank again tonight.
After Shuoyu left, Si La Si La said something, not sure if it was asking him or Meng Fanle,
"…What can we do?"
Shuoyu heard it, but he had no way to go back and respond to him. All he could do in response was Fanla lying in the mud, looking at the stars with his eyes open. But Shuoyu heard Fanla say that they could do nothing, was that true?
A few minutes later, Shuo Yu appeared beside the stove, and Shepi helped him. The whole Jiqipo knew that they were going to have a good meal today. Everyone held their own bowls and waited eagerly, hoping, without making a sound, but it seemed that they had said the loudest they could, because the belly drums started to rumble again.
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